Tommy was constantly being bullied in school by Randy on a daily basis.
Tommy's life completely changes when he meets
a mysterious girl after school while riding his bike.

This accidental meeting... led to something more!

by Kayla Don

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Chapter 10

Tommy was laying in his hospital bed thinking over the past few weeks. His whole life had been turned upside down. He had gone from an average high school kid being bullied on a daily basis in school to winding up being shot and almost dying. Now he was laying right here in this hospital room recovering with no idea just how he was going to proceed with his life.

The bully whom had caused this entire chain of events was a brown haired boy named Randy who roamed school along with those two friends of his like a small thug. Randy wasn't even really a thug. He was a defensively shy person hiding a terrible secret within. Randy had been trapped in an existence of hell and was looking for a way out.

Every time Randy's eyes had lain upon the sight of Tommy, something tore at him from within. A terrible pang of guilt... a crushing admiration... and more. Randy's eyes always seemed so fearful whenever Tommy had looked into them. Randy would always avert his gaze and put up a brash bravado of male machoism. More for a show for his thuggish friends than anything else. Tommy could only imagine what Randy must have truly felt like at what he was doing to Tommy.

The reason for the way Randy acted towards him was dually laced: Randy's friends stuck to him like glue and he had felt trapped being around them at the same time. Randy, after all, had an image to uphold in front of them. And then there was Randy's dark secret. A secret so terrible it would destroy him.

His bully was really in love with him!

Randy... his bully. My bully!

Tommy giggled at thought.

Randy wasn't even Randy. He was a shell constructed to hide a girl named Kelly within. Kelly was always there, just she had to answer to a different name and always look out to a world that decreed she had to be something she wasn't. And the older she got the more she realized she had to hide and construct her costume. When Kelly's sister Katie died, a part of Kelly died too. Kelly inverted and shoved herself deep down within her psyche and let her costume take over.

Slowly, Kelly began to emerge, peeping through and trying to see what was out there. She saw someone that interested her and at the same time, the reality which dictated she had to stay in her costume kept her shackled, unable to realize what she wanted. And so the frustration built.

Kelly was lashing out at the very person she loved. Wanting to say what she wanted but unable to because of the situation and scared because of what the world would think.

Finally she snapped and took the chance to try secretly let herself be free if only for a little bit of time each day. That was when fate intervened and she had that accidental meeting with Tommy while on one of her such outings.

Tommy's mood changed as he reminisced on the fun times that they had together. Even though he now knew that Kelly was Randy, it really didn't matter much since they both had great fun together and they seemed to click. The reality was that Kelly was in great danger. Kelly had to maintain her Randy disguise while in school. And that was not going to be an easy thing at all. After the shooting, Kelly seemed to burst forth with such liveliness and so much more of herself was out openly that Tommy seriously doubted that she could hide under the guise of Randy anymore without others noticing her.

Tommy's thoughts were interrupted as he heard his hospital room door open.

He looked over, only to see someone he hadn’t seen since school had let out for Thanksgiving break.

Joey.

“Hey Joey, what’s up?” Tommy said with some surprise. He readjusted himself to sit up a little more in bed.

Joey was kind of hesitant to speak, but let out a faint smile.

“What do ya mean what’s up? I leave you alone for one week and you go and get yourself shot.”

He walked over to the foot of the bed.

“Well it’s not like I planned this,” Tommy laughed and then winced as a slight pain shot through his side. Joey had this look about him like he really wanted to say something but was carefully thinking it over.

Joey looked Tommy right in the eye.

“Is it true?” he asked flatly.

Tommy knew what he was asking about but decided to try and joke it off to lighten up the mood.

“True? What’s true?”

“You know damn well what I’m talking about Tom! Please don’t joke around.” Joey looked pissed. “Word's already gotten around school and I’ve seen the pictures of Randy in a dress.” He said it like he had a bad taste in his mouth.

Tommy's gut tightened. He was going to try and deflect the issue.

“Randy? In a dress? What the hell are you on Joey? Are you sure it isn't someone trying to frame me and photoshop pictures of Randy on me?”

“Bullshit Tommy! That was Randy! I saw the photos and talked with the girl who shot these on her smart phone. She has Randy in her class,” Joey spit out. He then pulled out and unfolded two printed photo pages. He tossed them onto Tommy's lap.

Internally, Tommy steeled himself as he picked them both up and looked. The first one showed Kelly laying overtop of him on the ground. Not much could be seen. Good! The second one... Oh no!

There was no mistaking that! Kelly's face was upturned and, yes, without the wig. No one who knew Randy would doubt that the face in that photo was not him!

“Kelly who… ?” Joey paused. Tommy snapped back to reality realizing that he was still having a conversation with Joey.

“Huh?” Tommy asked.

“You just said that you missed Kelly. Kelly who?”

Tommy sighed. It seemed like there was no further way to avoid the issue. “Kelly, the girl I took to the dance.”

Joey's eyes cringed in disbelief.

“You mean Randy?!!!” Joey spit out.

“Look Joey, honest. I didn’t know that it was Randy until after I woke up here in the hospital. Believe me, it was a big shock to me! What more do you want out of me. That's all there was to it.” Tommy admitted. Tommy knew that what he was saying was the truth, but he hated having to say it in such a way as to make it look like he didn't care about Kelly / Randy. The truth was... he did care.

“Your not still with it man, are you? These photos are on Facebook! Others in school have seen these pictures! They were being passed around in classes today. And you know what else? Randy isn't in school either!”

Tommy clenched his left fist tight.“Joey what the hell's wrong with you? You're acting like you are on a crusade of hatred or vengeance! I'm the victim here, in case you've forgotten! I was the one who was shot! I was the one who was deceived!”

Tommy hung his head down. “Finding out that Kelly was Randy was, well..., not something I come across every day. But I sure am not going to hate someone without a really good cause.”

“Holy shit! I don't freaking believe what I am hearing! My only friend’s a faggot!” Joey yelled out. Covering his face with both hands, Joey, in a hushed and pained voice, let slip “What's this world coming too? Tommy... please!!!! Y-yy-you are... my friend.”

Tommy's blood boiled uncontrollably.

“GET OUT! Get the HELL out of my room!” Tommy erupted in fury. Ignoring the pain, he took his almost empty dinner tray and flung across the room towards Joey, almost hitting him.

The door crisply shut behind Joey.

Tommy stared at the crinkled damning photo of Kelly. The way she held a protective stance overtop of him when he was down for the count, those tear-streaked pleading eyes looking upwards, that angelic face... That wasn't Randy! There is no Randy!!! Randy was never but an invention for Kelly to hide behind. But how can you make the world understand something like that?

And it was because of the way societies and religions are that forced Kelly to have to hide like this in the first place. Why does the world have to be that way?

Tommy was softly crying, not so much for the pain in his side, but for the pain of seeing a side of a friend he had never known existed.

But what he didn’t see was the lone tear rolling down Joey's cheek when he had walked out.

Tommy clutched the photos against his chest as he snuggled down into his pillow.
 

 
Sometime later, Tommy was jarred awake from his sleep by a beeping and booping sound. He looked over and saw Tracy sitting in a chair near his bed playing her PSP.

“How long have you been here?” he asked as he sat up.

“I think fifteen minutes.”

Tommy quickly remembered about the photos and pushed them under his pillow.

“Do you ever put that thing down?” he asked.

“Nope,” she replied, not ever taking her eyes off of it.

So much for conversation.

“Do you know where my mom's at?” Tommy asked.

“She and my dad both left to get some lunch,” she answered, suddenly clicking the buttons more intensely,“Said they’d be back later.”

“They sure seem to be spending a lot of time together here lately,” he said as he gently stretched.

“You ain’t kidding!” She stopped playing her psp and set it down in her lap. “If they keep at it like this I’m think I might be calling you my brother.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” he said scratching the back of his head.

He noticed that she was looking at him.

“Well, so, tell me something about yourself,” he started.

“What do ya wanna know?” she smiled.

“I guess, well, where do you go to school at?”

“Well I go to a private Christian school on the other side of town. White Rose.”

“Oh ok. Well what type of games do you like?” he asked, pointing towards her psp.

She looked up and smiled. “Well where do I start? I pretty much like them all, but my favorite has got to be the first Call of Duty-Black Ops, and I love the modern warfare series too,” she said.

Tommy widened his eyes. “Aren’t you a little young for all of that?”

“Most likely, but I can’t help it that I love first person shooters.” she gushed. “I guess you could call me one heck of a gamer girl!”

She laughed.

“Are you any good at them?”

She looked at him like he was from another planet.

“Are you serious? Heck, I’m one of the best! There ain’t many guys out there who can hold a candle to me whether it be racing games, sports games, hunting games or combat games... I’ll whip anyone who tries to challenge me.” she said with pride.

“Ok, well what about your mom?” he asked.

“My mom and dad divorced when I was a lot younger cause mom was a heavy drinker and then arrested for having cocaine not long after. She won’t be out of jail till I’m fifteen, so you know,” she shrugged.

“Oh... I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s alright. Hey! I brought my portable X-BOX. You wanna Play GTA 5? I just got it the other day.” Her eyes beamed with eagerness.

“Does your dad know you have that?”

“Maybe, maybe not. But he knows I play COD and Battle Field, so I’m pretty sure he won’t mind. So do you wanna play?”

“Sure, I guess.”

She unzipped a large black bag with the X-BOX symbol on it and began setting the system up on the hospital bed table that they slide up under a patient's bed when they serve them their meals.

“So do you play a lot of games?” Tracy asked.

“Well I do have a Ps3, but I don’t really play it a lot,” he said as she handed him a controller.

“Well now's your chance to catch up! I’m going to let you play first until you die, then I’ll play,” she said.

“Sounds fine,” he said in amazement, considering that someone as small and cute as Tracy could be a hard core gamer who owned some of the most violent video games on the market and being a near ace at them to boot!

“Wow!” he thought as he began adjusting his game settings.
 

 
Bobby and Sam sat in a huddle house down the street from the hospital talking.

“Yeah and when the Sergeant went into the porta-john, we hooked the lifting ring on the top of it and lifted him almost twenty five feet off the ground!!!” Bobby laughed.

“Oh I bet that was funny!” Sam laughed.

“It was freaking hilarious!” he said. “I only wish you could have been there to see it!”

“Did you get into any trouble?” Sam asked.

“Oh yeah! We had to put in for mess hall duty for weeks, but it was worth it,” Bobby laughed.

Sam realized that she felt a warm and fuzzy feeling in her lower stomach while she watched him. She had never thought she would find someone who not only knew about her past as a man, but also accepted her. He genuinely seemed interested enough in her to share his past and want to be with her.

As she thought about it, even with all that has happened with her son, she realized that this was the first time since Stacy had been killed that she felt genuinely happy to be with someone else.

Bobby sipped up the last of his near cold coffee. “What’s on your mind?”

“Oh nothing really,” Sam breathed, as she nervously pushed her back from her face and tucked it in behind her ear. “I was just thinking of how lucky I am to have met someone like you.”

“Oh really? Now why’s that?” he leaned on the table, setting his coffee cup down, and smiled.

“Well you know, not many people, especially here, would be willing to be with someone... like me.” Sam looked ashamed.

“Hey! I haven’t known you all that long, but I can tell that I am the one who is lucky enough to have found you,” he said as he gripped her hand.

“I’m not that special.”

“What are you saying? You're smart, pretty and you have a really big heart! And that's more than most women in these parts have. In fact, so much so, that I really want to get to know you better,” he said making Sam blush even more than she ever thought possible. She felt that warmth glow again within her stomach.

“Samantha Jones?”

Their repertoire was interrupted by someone that had now appeared next to their table. When Sam looked up she saw a face she had hoped to never see again.

She frowned.

“Agent Williams, long time no see.”

“Yeah, it’s been awhile,” he said holding his hand out to Bobby.

“Agent Scott Williams, U.S Marshal.”

“Staff Sergeant Bobby Stokes, National Guard” Bobby said as he shook Scott's hand firmly.

“So what brings you around?” she asked as the agent sat down with them.

“Well I know the last time we met, I told you that you were free to go and I wouldn’t bother you ever again. But it seems that some old friends of yours seem to be stirring and we believe that your identity and location are compromised.”

“Dammit!” Sam exclaimed as she pounded that tabletop.

“Look, our sources have traced his operatives to visiting a certain Facebook page with Tommy's picture on it, but I promise you, if any of them set foot into Mississippi, we’ll be on them like white on rice,” he said.

Samantha gulped.

“Do they know I’m not a man anymore?” Sam asked fearing his answer.

“For the moment, most likely no. We think when they saw Tommy’s picture on the Internet that they figured that you would be with him as your old self,” Scott said.

Samantha's worst fears were now being realized. Staying here was really no longer possible. They would have to move! This time, her son was in direct danger.

“Look, they may not try anything, but we’ll be keeping an eye out just in case. I just figured I’d warn you in advance. If it becomes necessary, well execute another relocation and do deep cover this time. It may be prudent to do it anyways, just to be on the safe side. But I'll leave that for you to decide. Here, this is my new card it's got my cell and office number,” he said as he handed it to Sam.

“If it becomes necessary, do you think your son would be adverse to some cosmetic changes? Hair color dyed? Style? And maybe some minor facial changes to remove the chances of another identity compromise if he is ever photographed again? Deep cover depends entirely upon things like that.”

Samantha thought it through and reluctantly nodded, knowing Tommy would most definitely not like it, but if his life were at stake, she was certain he would do it. Why oh why did her past have to come back up and haunt her and her son's life?!!!

“Once again, I apologize for the news and we are doing our best to locate them right now. Try to have a good day and keep my card handy,” he said as he got up and walked away.

“I can't believe this...” Sam sighed.

“Those are the guys you were talking about?” Bobby asked as he squeezed her hand again for reassurance.

“Yeah, he may be a Grade-A asshole, but he is at least someone I can trust.”

“He seemed okay enough to me,” Bobby said as he leaned across the table and nuzzled her nose.

“You don’t know him like I do,” she giggled.

“Well don’t worry, I’ll keep you and Tommy safe,” he said as he pressed his lips to hers. She kissed him back then sadly smiled. She really did not want Bobby nor his daughter involved with this. It was bad enough that she herself and Tommy were directly. Kelly was another issue intertwined with theirs. All of this had the potential to explode and people could lose their lives. She really had to act, and act soon.

“I’m going to hold you to that,” she said as she stood. “Maybe we should get back to the kids?”

“Yep! Let's go,” Bob said as he took three bucks from his wallet and laid it on the table.
 

 
The two had been playing for awhile and Tommy had gotten the car he was driving stuck on something when the door opened and in walked his mom and Bob.

“What are you two up to?” Bob asked.

“Just playing some games,” Tracy nervously replied.

“It wouldn’t happen to involve maybe stealing some cars and, maybe involve shooting cops would it?” Bob said as he crossed his arms.

“Maybe...” she slowly let out while looking at him with an “I’m innocent” face.

“Tracy. You know how I feel about that game,” Bob stressed.

“But daddy! I only play it because of the cars.”

“Alright I give up! I’m tired of doing this. Just keep it turned down. I don’t like you listening to all that bad language.”

Bob ran his fingers along his chin. “I’ve hid that game so many times from her it’s not even funny,” he said to Sam.

“How did she even get it?” Sam asked.

“I have no clue. And I’ve given up on trying to find out. But she does knows the difference between real and fake, and she knows not to say the bad words, so I don’t really mind too much. But it's the going around behind me, the tearing of trust I want between us, that hurts me the most,” he said.

He knew that Tracy heard that. He wanted it to sink in. Family was everything to him and he wanted his daughter to learn. If not by using the stick of making rules, then to guilt trip her with the carrot of disappointment at her.

“Um Bob? I really need to talk with Tommy alone, about something...” she said.

“I totally understand! Hey Tracy come on with me over to the hospital cafeteria for a bit. Sam needs to talk to Tommy,” he said motioning for his daughter to come over.

She nodded and turned to Tommy. “Just pause it and I’ll help you when I get back.”

She got up and walked over to her dad.

“Take your time Samantha. We'll wait for you,” Bob weakly smiled and surprised her with a kiss on her cheek as he passed by. Tracy waved goodbye as they exited the room.
 
 
“What’s up mom?” he asked as Sam walked over and sat on the edge of his bed.

“Sweetie, Scott came by and talked with me earlier,” she said.

“Scott? As in Scott Williams?” Tommy panicked. “What did he want?”

“There’s a chance that we may have been compromised,” Sam said with a sigh.

“This is bad. Real bad. Do you think they’ll find us?” he said worrying about what would happen.

“Sweetie look, I don’t want you worrying about that right now. Just focus on healing. Let me worry about it.” she said as she kissed him on his forehead and drew him into a gentle hug.

“Mom, I have something to tell you too,” Tommy got out as a lump formed in his throat. Samantha released him from her hug and looked in his eyes.

“What is it hon?”

Tommy reached under his pillow and pulled out the folded photos. Sam looked down at them and picked them up. Her eyes went wide!

“It's bad Mom. Joey was here earlier. These are on the internet and were spread around the school today. A good shot of my face,” Tommy choked. “And the other one, of Kelly.”

Samantha hugged her only child again. Tommy was absolutely devastated.

Sam now knew that staying here was impossible. With the reckless posting of Tommy and Kelly's faces on the internet by someone's smart phone, they were all in danger. Three separate families. And going to school? She knew that if they stayed, both Tommy and Kelly's lives would become pure hell - both in school and out. The endless harassment they would get... and worse. It would not be fair to keep them here in that kind of environment. Oh, Tommy would stand up and fight for both his and Kelly's right to be there in peace, the same as all the other kids. But how many fights would he have to face?

“Hell!” Samantha determinedly thought,“The kids deserve better than this crap!”
 
 
They parted their embrace.

“It’s just... I don’t want to have to leave again,” Tommy tiredly complained as he lay back down.

“It’ll be fine. I'm going to do some brainstorming tonight and we’ll figure this out tomorrow. Just you get some sleep and I’ll see you in the morning,” she said as she stood up. “Be a trooper hon. Think positive, and have some sweet dreams tonight.”

“I'll try,” Tommy assented. Samantha smiled once again at Tommy and closed the curtains to the window. She turned on the low background lighting beside the bed, and then shut off the overhead light.

“Hey mom?” Tommy called as she opened the door.

“Yes sweetie?” she turned.

“Do you really think they’ll find us?”

Samantha paused for a moment.

“Not if I have anything to do about it,” she stated as walked out, closing the door.

Outside, in the hallway, Sam leaned up against the wall outside of Tommy's room and sighed. She tried to keep her composure, but the tears found their way out.
 

 
The phone rang.

Trudy Bishop picked it up. “Hello?”

“Trudy? This is Samantha.”

“Is anything wrong? Your voice sounds choked up.”

Samantha paused. “Yeah. A lot is wrong. I am calling you from the hospital. Today, in school, some photos that were taken by one of the students in their school that was at the dance were passed around the entire school. They managed to get good shots of both Tommy and Kelly at the shooting. Even though the teachers found out and collected as many of those photos as possible, the whole school most likely knows about the both of them. They are even posted on Facebook. Kelly's identity is compromised.”

“OMG! Are you serious?”

“I am serious as can be,” Samantha replied. “I contacted the school principal about it just before I called you. They are going to contact the parents of the girl who photographed them. I also asked a friend of mine to submit a page removal request to Facebook. For obvious reasons, you know why I couldn't submit it myself. Hopefully it will be down soon. But the damage is already done.”

Sam heard the panicked breathing on the other end.

“There is something else...I really don't know how to say it other than to just say it. Both Tommy and Kelly and you are in grave danger.”

Trudy asked in disbelief, “From the school kids?”

Samantha sighed. “Worse. A demon from my past. You remember when I mentioned my past with my wife and that biker gang that I was in?”

“...yes.”

“Gang members are still under surveillance. One of them visited that Facebook page earlier today. There is a good chance they now know where Tommy is, and knows about Kelly. Both she and you could become potential targets along with me and my son.”

Trudy couldn't even speak. She sat down into her chair trying to grasp it all.

“Trud, I am not even sure whether to run and relocate or fight. All of this is my fault from my past.”

After a moment, Trudy managed to say, “You can't just beat yourself up for it. It's really not your fault. It's all those dumbshit biker asshole's fault! Pardon my French. And, it's also mine. Mine for letting Randy out so much. I knew the risk of exposure was there, and some of the consequences. I shouldn't have let him go to the dance as Kelly. I shouldn't have!”

“The kid's have got be free Trudy. Closeting them away won't teach them the skills they need and they won't have any kind of life if they have to keep hiding behind closed doors. They need a future. Right now I'm trying to focus on what to do to keep them safe. I'm dead set on pulling Tommy out of school tomorrow and put him into hiding. I really feel that both you and Kelly should go with him for the time being. It'll keep the three of you out of danger, together, and someplace safe.”

“Wait a second. What about you?”

Samantha grimly chuckled, “It's my problem and I am going to be part of the solution. Look, just think this over tonight. I'll stop by tomorrow morning and we can coordinate our plan of action. The federal authorities are involved with this and I need to get back in touch with someone I know there now. But under the circumstances, don't let Kelly go back to school. Wait until I get there in the morning.”

“I have duty tomorrow at the hospital, but I guess I can call in and explain.”

“Trudy, what time do you go in?”

“5:30 am.”

“Okay, look. Don't even call in. I'll have my friend phone it in and explain it to the hospital administration here as soon as I get off with you. Right now we need to be stealth.”

Trudy was silent on her end.

Samantha admitted, “For what it's worth, I'm going to fight for all of us. I'll see you in the morning. Check through your curtains before answering the door.”

“Good night Sam. And thanks...”

Samantha hung up then picked the phone back up. She then reached into her purse and pulled out a business card.
 

 
Bobby took Sam home and walked her to her front door. It was almost dark, but the sun was still visible in the distance.

“Thank you for the ride Bob,” she genuinely complimented him.

“You know you're more than welcome to come to my place and use the guest room,” Bob offered.

“Thanks hon, but I’ll be fine. I need to be alone right now. I’ll see you tomorrow,” she smiled as she kissed him on the lips.

“Goodnight Samantha,” he said as he waited for her to unlock her door and step inside.

He then briskly strode back towards his truck with Tracy looking out of his truck window at him.
 
 
Sam tossed her purse and keys on the kitchen counter and walked over to the fridge. She opened it and pulled out a bottle of Budweiser. She doesn’t normally drink but she does use it to cook with sometimes. But right now, she needed something to calm her nerves.

She sat at her kitchen counter looking at her key ring and the awkward looking triangle shaped key with the yellow rubber on it.

She looked around as she drank her beer. When she finished, she grabbed her keys and walked down to her basement. She flipped on the light and looked towards the corner where she kept a large heavy duty green safe. She stared at the vault-like door.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and inserted her yellow key into the keyhole on the keypad to the side of the safe door. She turned it and then entered a six digit code on the keypad and heard a click.

She opened the heavy door and gazed upon her little friends.

“Well guys, I hoped I’d never have to use you... and I pray I still don’t, but for the meantime, you are going to be sleeping with me,” she said as she reached in.

She pulled out her trusty Sig Sauer M400 and three 30 round mags, and slung it over her shoulder. She then grabbed a holster and her Colt 1911 and two spare mags and put it on her belt. Then she grabbed her Remington 870 tactical and a box of buck shot.

She thought about taking the remaining six guns in the safe and stashing them throughout the house, but thought that would be going overboard. Maybe? Maybe not? Well, at least not for the moment.

As she shut the vault door, she smirked, “I know it's been awhile, but no funny stuff tonight.” She knew her guns and knew them well. They wouldn't take advantage of her under these circumstances.
 
 
She walked up to her room and placed the guns around her bed, halfway hidden but in handy reach.

She thought “Double barrel my ass! Eat your heart out Bidden!” She laughed as she took her pistol out and into the bathroom with her while she took her shower.

The hot water began to soothe her muscles. Sam had beaten a few people half to death in her past as a biker. She had always regretted it. She had never liked nor wanted to hurt anyone. And she was particularly proud that she had never killed anyone.

But she knew that if anyone now tried to hurt her or her son, she wouldn’t think twice about pulling the trigger.
 

 
Meanwhile, across the country, a young man along with an older man sat down in Lonny’s Bar and grill in Tucson Arizona.

“Are you sure that’s him?” the older man asked.

“Yeah! Oh hell yeah!! No doubt about it. That’s his kid! I already called our brothers in Mississippi. They say they're gonna investigate it for us and let us know,” the younger guy said.

“Get on your hog! I want you in Jackson yesterday. Is that clear?” the older man barked as he took a long drag off of his cigarette.

“Yessir!” the young man said as he stood up and started to leave.

“Kale!” the older man added,“Now I want you to call me when you find that bastard!! You hear?!! You better tell those Mississippi boys not to touch him either! He‘s MINE! And mine alone!!! Got that?!!”

The old man emphasized that by slamming his fist down on the table, putting a noticeable crack in it.

“Don’t fuck this up!”

The young man nodded and hurried outside.

The old man took a last long drag of his cigarette and crumpled it out onto the tabletop.

“I’ve got you now you shit! You're gonna pay for testifying against my brother,” the old man growled.
 
 

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To Be Continued...